FRIDAY, JUNE 16, 2017
No doubt, this looks like a hot mess.
Our friend has a beautifully manicured lawn of zoysia grass. It’s an inviting dense green that doesn’t disappoint. I like to take my shoes off and walk around. It is lush and soft. But it is a creeping grass, so he has to edge it. Apparently, nothing is maintenance free.
After a couple of long days this week, he had some huge piles of trimmings. We could have them if we’d come get them.
Early this morning, Don & I went to load up the truck with lawn trimmings. Now our friend assures us, we just “throw it on the ground. Run the golf cart over it and water.” I’m rather skeptical. That would be too easy, too maintenance free. And I’ve already noted, nothing like that happens — at least not in my experience. But I’m hopeful and willing to experiment.
So we have a yard full of another person’s castoffs. I’m good with that. I’d love to be able to look at my grass and say, “This came from a friend.” That would be a real treasure.
Here’s to a miracle.
